Chapter 162 Let Me Send You Home To Rest

• Min Qing’s nose was defined — The bridge to the tip of her nose was flawless as if it was a piece of satisfactory artwork completed by a professional sculptor. Her red lips were painted with a light pink lip balm, and it looked dewy and seductive like a jelly.
• Qiao Yang’s Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat. How could he have unwanted thoughts about Min Qing?
• Qiao Yang wanted to avert his gaze, for he couldn’t keep watching her. The more he watched her, the filthier his thoughts became. Even his body was not under his control. Changes occurred in his body, which he was too embarrassed to speak about.